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Chapter 6
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I watch the father-son reunion in the parking lot and realize that if I miscalculated something this badly in the lab, I might have blown up the place.
Yeah, so Edward probably isn't dating Jasper's sister. Emmett would likely smash him for dating his wife.
I also realize that all the Cullens hit the genetic lottery. Even Riley looks like he should be on a magazine cover.
Emmett and his son walk over to the rest of the team. He introduces Riley to the boys and quickly puts him into the line so he can be part of the practice. I don't know who is beaming more, him or Emmett.
It might even be me.
"You know that you're smiling at a whole bunch of ball players, right?" a voice says in my ear, startling me.
I turn quickly and end up nose-to-nose (okay, it's really nose-to-chest because damn, he's tall) with Edward, who doesn't even flinch though I'm close enough to see all the flecks in his eyes. I wonder if he'd mind if I reached up and gave him an Eskimo kiss?
His nose is begging to be nuzzled.
"Hi, Edward," I say, all breathy. I think it's me that's speaking, but I've never heard myself sound like this. It's not attractive - Edward probably thinks I have emphysema.
He grins and says, "Hi, Bella," and I swear that his breath contains nitrous oxide because I feel positively giddy. I should take a sample to the lab for analysis. Or to sniff. Whatever.
"Your eyes are like hydrated copper aluminum phosphate," I blurt out. "At my first observation, I thought hydrated copper carbonate...but I was wrong."
"They're like turquoise?" he asks, reaching out to brush a fly off my shoulder. He does it slowly, like his hand wants to stay there and keep rubbing me. I'm not sure what turns me on more, the touching or the fact that he knows the chemical composition of turquoise.
"You knew that?" I ask, mouth open – like I'm in shock or I maybe I want him to insert something in there. I need to get a hold of myself, quick, or I might grab hold of Edward.
"Yeah," he breathes. "Do you like turquoise?" His eyes search mine and I'm lost.
"It's my new favorite mineral."
This admission makes him grin and makes me want to slap myself. I take a step back out of the range of Edward's superpowers. I don't trust myself not to say any other random nonsense or to refrain from touching him inappropriately. Which would be all the touching I'm thinking about.
His hands are in the pockets of his track pants (fucking track pants again - he's torturing me), pulling the thin material tightly over the bulge...oh my god, he must be wearing an athletic cup. In size XXL. He probably needs to special order that thing.
"I know you hate baseball players, so you must be here to heckle the little leaguers," he says with a smile, which stops me from thinking about his ginormous peen.
"I don't hate them..."
"So just me, then?" he says with a trace of hurt.
"No, I don't hate you, Edward...I'm sorry...I'm currently reevaluating my former hypotheses about lots of things."
"Hmm, reevaluation is promising. So if you're not here to sabotage my brother's practice, then why are you here?"
"You see the tall one with the Dodger jersey? He's mine."
"Your kid?" he says, clearly surprised. From his expression, Edward thinks I was a teenage mom. Technically I was. Just without all of the sex.
"Um, yeah. But-" My explanation is interrupted by Emmett yelling for Edward to come and meet the team. His eyes show a flash of regret. I'm hoping it's because we were interrupted and not that he thinks I was a teen whore.
"I'll see you, Bella," he calls out, jogging towards the team. I raise my hand in a wave.
Bye Edward.
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"And then he walked away? No tongue or anything?" Alice asks while munching on a fry. We're having our usual lunch in the caf.
"No, no tongue. But otherwise, full penetration," I joke. She throws a fry at me. "That's how you stay so skinny. You throw your food instead of eating it."
"Shut up. So why didn't you write your number on his hand in lipstick or something? Damn it, Bell. I know you like him. And he's insanely hot, right?"
"Like six thousand Kelvin," I sigh.
"Who the fuck is Calvin? Klein? I guess he's cute for an older guy."
I roll my eyes. "Like he's hotter than the surface of the sun. Kelvin is a unit of measurement."
"Bella, I don't even do the metric system. I like Fahrenheit. And inches. Preferably six or more."
I laugh. "So Jasper shouldn't measure his cock in centimeters?"
"I will handle Jasper's cock. When the time is right. You worry about Edward's cock."
"Yeah, the thought of it hasn't left my mind." We both start a round of giggles that turns to full-blown laughter.
"Well, at least you are finally thinking about sex with a real person."
"There's not going to be sex, Alice. He didn't even talk to me after practice."
"You said he was helping Emmett when you left. He was probably busy."
"He didn't even look over at me. And this time I wanted him too."
"You're going to get to see him at every practice. I say you invest in some low-cut tops and bend over a lot to pick up balls."
"Yeah, let me enforce my slutty image."
"You're not a slut. I'm sure that Emmett has told him that you're Seth's sister, and if he hasn't, so what? Who cares if you were a teen mom? You're not a total train wreck like those girls on that television show. You're practically a nun."
"Nun. That sums up my sexual experience."
"Well, I think it's time to change that. A new equation for you: mix one part Edward plus one part Bella equals Bella's happy parts. There. Sexual chemistry one-oh-one."
High IQ or not, I can't help but think that Alice is smarter than me.
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A/N:
Thanks so much for all your reviews and alerts. I was overwhelmed by the amount of people who have joined #TeamGoiter thanks to the rec by the lovely Twilover76. I am way behind on review replies - so sorry!
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